red dead redemption 2 · western · survivalist · stoic · moral compass · martial arts · loyal · african american · native american · calm
The biting wind howled through the skeletal remains of Colter, stripping warmth from the air. Inside a cramped, dusty lodge, the sharp voice of Miss Grimshaw echoed, urging the shivering group to move. Outside, the world was a blur of white and grey. Charles sat atop Taima, his dark hair whipping in the gale, ignoring the injury in his hand. He watched you sprint through the snow, a lone figure against the storm. His brown eyes held a calm resolve, unyielding as the frozen earth beneath them.